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Marianna Aug 9
catastrophe
                      and misery
a pure soul shrouded in secrecy mystery
more unexplored than vast cosmic voids
half a lover
                     half a paranoid
sadhappyb Jul 7
life is easy
yes, life was, indeed, easy
if and only if it wasn't a catastrophe
what should life be
for a kid like me?
sailing across the vast empty sea
packed with just the hope to be free
from grudges kept inside me
i wasn't prepared to flee
because of the catastrophe i didn't see
no hand to hold
on nights that are cold
no arms to embrace
on empty days
i was slap by a catastrophe
that broke me
but, at the same time, strengthened me
Actually, i just want to write to voice the heaviness inside me. To, at least, lessen the pain i feel inside:)) the pain will always be there but pls have the hope to continue living:))<33
Maxim Keyfman Jun 28
I saw today a catastrophe
I saw an explosion today
I saw a terrible fire
I saw death in my eyes

Fire
a terrible fire in my eyes
Explosion
a terrible explosion in my mind
Fire
a terrible fire in my eyes
Explosion
a terrible explosion in my mind

The fire surrounded all
Without leaving a trace
The explosion swallowed up everything
Without leaving anything


Fire
a terrible fire in my eyes
Explosion
a terrible explosion in my mind
Fire
a terrible fire in my eyes
Explosion
a terrible explosion in my mind

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Annie Jun 18
He called me a flower
A torn, dried flower
Ripped off from its roots
All the petals almost falling —not yet have fallen
I called him home
A home so empty, all the curtains down
Polished walls, ravishing roof, crushed floor
No light –all silent, no sound
Anggita Apr 18
this morning the road collapsed
and it let the cosiness trapped

the traffic got insane,
the siren mocking among the lane
people screaming with blood on their faces
their joy was so close into ashes

it was a Christmas morning
a saddening mourning,
of those whose smiles disappearing

today a car crashed into the tree
on an attempt to avoid a catastrophe

the passenger got injured so bad
her entire body bleeding red
but the driver stayed fine
he even asked for a wine

........................................
Danielle Mar 12
The slow churning of the tides,
And my little boat
Afloat,
On a glass sea.
A ripple.
A shudder.
A shake.
And my little boat,
Roars with flames.
Everything's going fine until it's not in the worst way possible.
Raindrops forget to
drop
a drop
dropping slowly
the rain forgets to stop
stop
plop
a plop of blood in the ocean of firestorm
now death opened
like an unturned boat in the
middle of the world
to receive the last plummet of hope,
last blessing
in a humane drop from above
above
the above has
no rain for the next season
the winds are afraid to return.
Save Syria. Save humanity. Save the word 'save'.

Notice the stutter in the poem due to fear.
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